Cold Feet

Chapter 8

VIOLA

I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.

“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.

“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”

“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”

“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.

“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”

I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.

“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.

“I know you,” Ashley whispers again. “You dirty little girl!” she teases.

I look at her and feign offense. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I smile.

“C’mon. Tell me, tell me!” she whispers, begging like a little child.

I have worked with Ashley for a long time and we are good friends. She knows me well and I know her well too. I’m enjoying stringing her along.

“We didn’t…” I say and let the thought hang in the air.

“…but?” she prompts.

“I had to come back here for the bar limit but you can call me commando,” I say as I sip my drink.

“Commando?” Ashley asks confused and then it hits her. Her hand flies to her mouth as she realizes what I mean. “Oh my…”

I smile at her and wink. Then her eyes flick to a point above and behind my head and a moment later I hear his voice again.

“Is this seat taken?” he asks.

Of course not, and if it was, it would have become vacant right now just for you, I think before I reply. “No, but I’m guessing it’s about to be.”

“That all depends on whether you’ll permit me to be seated,” he smiles as he waits for permission.

What a gentleman, I think wondering what he’s done with my panties.

and then add, “You don’t

out and sits as I look at Ashley. She gives me a quick wink and then excuses herself from the table. I want to ask

steal you from your busy schedule for a few

“You may,” I reply.

that you’ve truly outdone yourself with the immaculate planning and execution of this wedding. It’s fabulous.” Rick says lightly. His voice is confident. It has an authoritative but kind tone. One that says, I’m in charge and I know what I want.

carries a hint of wood and it’s strong. Not in the sense that he has

between my thighs and I’m pretty sure he knows it. I squeeze my thighs together and feel

of the top wedding planners in Los Angeles,”

my clients. They are important and it’s a very

a very noble way of thinking. Very

this much? You do know it works wonders, don’t you? I will add though that you had me under the tree. You don’t need to flatter me

flattering you. I simply believe in giving credit where credit is due,”

you again,” I incline my head

and lowers his voice. “Can we put our earlier moment aside? There’s something else

about?” I ask surprised.

are one of the best at what you do whether you want to admit it or not. I believe I’m also one of the best at what

he just start to talk business? I

we can talk about collaborating. I have a big network of

niche service,” he replies. “I doubt you have someone like me on your team. Very few wedding

exactly is it

out a business card. He returns his wallet to

his moves. They seem so fluid, lithe is the word that comes

a lawyer,” Rick

me hard. A lawyer?

I don’t like lawyers for personal reasons and I can’t help the hint of irritation that creeps into my

smiles and looks at me before continuing, “Well, many couples prefer to have prenups drawn up before they get married. Some even want a

slowly. “Okay,

course,” he smiles. He sits forward and continues, “That’s just the beginning

you mean by ‘just the

the

goes down the wrong hole. I cough and splutter as I put down the glass. When my coughing fit is done, I take another few sips so my voice can return to normal. “Divorce?” I

“Yes, divorce,” he repeats.

between us earlier is wiped out. I feel like I have

the most beautiful days a couple will ever have in their

beautiful days. It

marriage is going to end in divorce sooner or later?” I ask incredulously. This time I keep my voice low enough so that

of them,” Rick replies. “But let me give you an idea of what I’m talking about. In California alone, divorce rates are estimated to be ten percent

average for something as

make you wonder why

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